OMG They Found the Cure for Stupid

He went wee wee in my flower bed? And I didn't see him? Damn, I've got to stopslacking off!

Yes, I realized my ridiculous mistake. If one of us had gone wee wee in my flower bed it would smell like roses... right? Pink ones.

That might explain the puddle by your front door then.

I am going to install a motion detector. That way, when he tries that trick again I'll be ready for him.

Yes... that is the strange part...      

 I think the Cure Guy is hiding in the dirt disguised as asparagus.

I think she said she burried Cure guy in her garden.

Or Mrs. Cure guy is the lucky one.

There may be several.

They could be like notches on a gun, for SunnyCoconut's garden.

Well, I was happy to have people say I looked good, and I hope I really did.  It would be awful to hear someone say I looked like cr@p.  I liked it when they said it and didn't know I had cancer.  Which I didn't tell very many people.

I hated to have someone tug on my wig because they thought it looked so natural.

OK so here's an idea to catch him (them).  We should cover the Asparagus Festival, the St. Stupid Parade and, while we're at it, all the St. Patrick Day parades (he knows he can blend in with all that green).   We can't let him "cure" one more victim.  Wouldn't hurt to notify America's Most Wanted too that there's a serial cure guy on the loose.  And if you see some guy smoking asparagus, do NOT approach him.  Just pick up the butts - DNA evidence. 

Stupid remarks:

"But at least you get new boobs our of it!", "Could you put off chemo till after Christmas, it's MY vacation, you know",  "When should I start getting mammograms?"  All that from my dear daughter.

"Well, it'll be ok, the nurses work all over the hosptial--they wear those little chemo caps--you know, like a red badge of courage".   "So--I hate to ask, but could you take over for Gladys till she get's over her heart attack?  You can sit almost all the time, and I'll have Kathy teach you how to do the billing?" (Two weeks post op)  "I've never even heard of a patient loosing their fingernails, let alone seen one".  "No patient of mine Ever complained about any side effects of Tamoxifen!!"  "Let's get the kids and go to Paris!!"(following my 4th surgery and having been on Tamox for 3 months)  Yup--my dear surgeon husband!!!

My dear son  (who is 6; 4") just  stood me on the step and put his head on my shoulder and cried as he hugged me.  Now, THAT was not stupid, he was the only one with the correct response.

My best friend, listened, and listened, and listened, AND LISTENED.  Bless her soul, she knew what to do.

I thought he might have a few brothers.